Backpacking: I have done two short ones in the past–3 weeks and 6 weeks.
I know most people do it when they are in their 20s; pack their bags, explore, travel and discover the life unknown. But, in my 20s I was too busy trying to build my life–finish school, start a job, work really hard, save money, buy a car/house, blah blah blah……and the list goes on.
No no…I don’t regret it. I mean I did wish this epiphany had hit me earlier but what can you do. Sometimes, it does not happen and you have to roll with it.
When I reached my 30s, I realized what I had was not enough. Somewhere along the way I had lost myself. I was doing what everyone expected me to do.
At the same time, I thought it was too late to do what I wanted. I mean, I should really focus on my career now…this is the peak time. If I don’t really focus now, it is downhill from here, no?
Still I could not forget the thought of traveling.
I like getting lost. I love being unknown. I like the thrill of discovering on my own. I enjoy making friends along the way. Memories from those two backpacking trips were embedded in my brain.
That was it!
One day, I decided to quit my job and take off for 6 months.
I didn’t literally quit. It happens only in movies or with other people. I kind of notified myself 3 months in advance and my work a month in advance. Figured that was enough notification for self and others.
My plans on where to go, what to do and how to do was kind of everywhere. I wanted to do it all and see it all, which obviously was not feasible. All I knew was that I wanted to learn Spanish. I have been in love with that language for a while.
After doing some research, I decided to go to a small town called Salamanca in Spain for 12 weeks to study Spanish. And, then figured I will decide what to do afterward while I am there.
So, away I went with my little more than a 10kg worth of luggage to “Get Lost“.